The Double Life Of The Billionaire Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

I smiled there's no proof he's just buffing Me: there's no evidence at all you also don't know that Liam is your ex lovers son can't you see that Liam resemble nhloso so much you're such a stupid man you know nothing I'm the MacGyver in this game. Mseleku:So you find this entertaining..? Okay want here let's play Me: you're not going anywhere you're going to sign this now Mseleku: you can only get the beach house as compensation nothing more nothing less. He took the pen and signed the papers I went to fetch them suddenly my body is numb four gunshot on my spinal cord I looked back it's nhloso and limo so this was a plan to kill me.? Their own mother I closed my eyes as I breath my last brea

“Not bad, actually. Turns out, being best friends with a billionaire heiress comes with perks — You get the VIP treatment Private room, personal nurse, food that doesn’t taste like cardboard… I could get used to it.” She gasps in mock offense. “Excuse me? You could get used to it? I’m the billionaire heiress here. You just freeload off my status!” “Uh-huh,” I tease, bumping her shoulder. “Says the woman who used my N*****x account for three years.” “It was one time!” she protests immediately. “Three years, Lilly.” She rolls her eyes. “Details, details.” I laugh, shaking my head. “You know, you’ve got this icy heiress image to maintain. If people ever heard you whining about expired snacks or

Ava’s voice was muffled through the door. “Come in.” Ava slipped inside, her expression softening. “You look incredible.” Sienna turned to the mirror again, smoothing her hands down the skirt. “I still can’t believe this is happening.” Ava smirked. “Well, believe it. You’re about to marry a billionaire who worships the ground you walk on. Some women would kill for your life.” Sienna rolled her eyes. “It’s not about the money.” Ava laughed. “I know, I know. That’s why it’s perfect.”

“Show me.” He hands over his phone. The headline burns into my eyes: DE LA FONTE HEIRESS ACCUSED OF FINANCIAL FRAUD De La Fonte Heiress, who we thought dead, is accused of Financial Fraud, after coming back to take over her position last two weeks. I stare. Not even a month in that office, and already this? She's already the target of headlines like this? I exhale sharply, dragging my hand down my face. “Next,” I growled

“Not bad, actually. Turns out, being best friends with a billionaire heiress comes with perks — You get the VIP treatment Private room, personal nurse, food that doesn’t taste like cardboard… I could get used to it.” She gasps in mock offense. “Excuse me? You could get used to it? I’m the billionaire heiress here. You just freeload off my status!” “Uh-huh,” I tease, bumping her shoulder. “Says the woman who used my N*****x account for three years.” “It was one time!” she protests immediately. “Three years, Lilly.” She rolls her eyes. “Details, details.” I laugh, shaking my head. “You know, you’ve got this icy heiress image to maintain. If people ever heard you whining about expired snacks or

She smiled, “Not only are you dating one of the richest man in the country but you’re also the heir to one of the largest conglomerates in the world.” I felt sick. “So that’s why you’re here.” She didn’t deny it. “You saw me on the news. You saw Mr Stallin’s and Alex’s name beside mine. You saw the money and the power and you thought it was time to reshuffle the deck.” Her eyes flashed with amusement. “Don’t pretend you’re not here with him, living in this big house for the same reason.” “I’m not using him,” I said through clenched teeth. She smirked. “Of course not. You just happened to fall into the bed of a billionaire—.”

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

she asked and I stared at her confused. "What do you mean?" I asked... "I've called the president and he has settled everything and the whole wealth has been willed to your name plus the 50 billion dollars he gave you to Start over. It's your wealth dear, you can't possibly leave all for Royce" she enthused and chuckled. OmG. Now I know what she's talking about. I can't possibly take Royce's inheritance like that.. He stopped school because of it and I don't think I need so much money.

Maybe, my mother would still be alive. She was left with nothing when she married my father. But still, she built a fortune in the next five years. And when my grandpa died, he left his years of hard work for her which made her a billionaire. I think my father knew what was going to happen. And he waited for the right time. Right time to take the money, business, and her life. But she flipped his world when she left everything for me. His perfect plan was ruined but our lives... I want to ask him why he betrayed us. Was there something concerning from which he couldn't move past, or was it simply just his choice?

Vivienne Laurent had learned long ago how to disappear in plain sight. She stood at the far end of the ballroom, beneath a crystal chandelier that glittered like a frozen constellation, holding a champagne flute she had no intention of drinking. The glass tower of Laurent International loomed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its mirrored surface reflecting the city lights below. From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist.